The Real Power is Choosing What You Want
January 26th, 2010 Posted by Esther Inglis-ArkellI remember when this poster first came out. It was entitled “The Real Power of the DC Universe.”
I hated it. Absolutely hated it. Oh, the women are the real power in the DCU, are they? Sure they’re not headlining books or saving the day in stories. Their emotional arcs don’t form the backbone of continuity, and there are no movies about them, and mostly they seem as decorative and unnecessary in the comics as they do in that poster, but they’re the real power in the DCU.
It reminded me of all the condescending crap that women have been tossed for a long time – that they have all the power because they can be sexy. They have all the power because they can be feminine. Just because all that power depends on pleasing other people, and all that power can be taken away in a heartbeat, that doesn’t mean that women aren’t the real power.
When David posted about Benes doing the art for Birds of Prey earlier this month, I felt some flickerings of that old irritation. Rather than festering, though, as much of my irritation does; it passed away pretty quickly.
Here’s why:
I can go to the shelf and buy Detective Comics, which have a grittiness that, in my opinion, often clashes with the almost surreal artwork of JH Williams. And there will be a Renee Montoya back-up, with an art style that matches up better, but a more conventional story.
Or I can buy that confection of a comic book, Power Girl, and laugh at the stories and try to find the cat in every issue.
Or I can buy Wonder Woman, although I can only read it when I’m not feeling depressed because, come on, can’t Wondy chalk up *one* in the win column? She and everyone else in the comic have been kicked down and down and down since the third issue.
Or I can buy Batgirl, because it has two characters I love in a relatively by-the-numbers coming-of-age superhero story, and one character I despise making things interesting.
Or I can buy Supergirl, although its embroiled in a massive crossover continuity nightmare. I liked the kids mini-series of it much better.
Pretty soon I’ll be able to buy Birds of Prey, the funny, soapy, wildly varied team book.
I could even buy that abomination, Gotham City Sirens, although I never will. Ever.
And of course, if I have a few extra dollars I’m willing to throw away, I can buy the Streets of Gotham series, rip out the first 22 pages, and find Kate Spencer in a kind of Law & Order: Superheroes Unit comic.
I can find funny books starring women, and sexy books starring women, and dark books starring women, and kid’s books starring women. I can like some of the books for the story, and some for the tone, and some for the characters, and some for the writer.
There are a bunch of books about women out there. If I’m reading DC I can choose, out of that bunch of books, the ones the ones that suit my taste at the moment. It was not always so. I like, very much, that it has changed.
Which is not to say that there can’t be improvements. There are a lot of books that are lead by female characters, but the percentage isn’t half. Yet. Almost all the characters are white, straight, young, and are drawn so that they are exceptionally easy on the eyes first, and characters second. And if there is never again a story that mentions, contains, threatens, or even alludes to a rape, it will be too soon. However, being able to pick and choose, not having to search the shelves for female characters, not feeling like I have to support that one book that has a female lead, having a selection presented to me and comparing, contrasting, and finally choosing what I like; I enjoy this feeling. It feels like real power.